Trampled.
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Was it disdain? Perhaps anger. Maybe irritation. It was hard to define the exact expression of the stone face with furrowed eyebrows. The swordsman with his green colored glow coming from the mark on his chest crawling out to the rest of his body.
Through a series of misfortunate events. The provision Siegfried had bought with what little money he possessed in this realm had been slapped out of his hands and before he could pick up the still sealed bag, a man in blue planted his foot on top of it. The insides of the bag made clear cracking sounds as it probably got crushed underneath the manâs foot.
Siegfried did not yet posses any ill intentions for the man. For it was not clear if he stopped on the knightâs food intentionally or not. And then he spoke up as the foot would not leave the bag within the second that felt like an eternity waiting on the blueberry dress coded man to get his foot off Siegâs food. All the silver haired man did was staring at the bag and the foot above it.Â
â Thatâs my Chili Chip Chips bag.... âÂ
